[Alucard finds himself stroking through Trevor's hair with long, nimble fingers eventually. It's what always happens when they snuggle like this, the vampire needing something to do with his hands and being trapped under Trevor's weight. It isn't possessive, or really calming, or anything else of the sort. Just something to do. Just him, holding his Belmont, listening.]

I see. It's an elaborate way to disable the natural defenses, leaving just you and the vampire. The dove's...that's just a Christianity thing, I assume? [Has to be.]

But that still would leave you against a vampire of a certain age. That's a hard fight.

[One that he isn't sure Trevor would win, but would have had a better chance in.]

You really weren't trying against the house, were you?